You can kill a man but you cant kill a idea.
And if my present actions strike you as foolish, let's just say I've been accused of folly by a fool.
Know'st not whate'er we do is done in love?
Truth is always straightforward.
Dark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud.
There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?